I kept on massaging her back which was glowing due to oil. She was moaning in pleasures. I knew if I played it smart then I can have her.I told her �...Your skin is so dry I think you should get a full body massage”She-”yes bhaiya I would do it tomorrow”Me: “probably I can give you right now as it is I have massages your back I can massage your legs”She was a bit hesitant but she gave the permission to do soI asked her to turn around and lie on her backShe:”Bhaiya you turn around I am not wearing. ”Throughout the next hour or two they had a couple more drinks, one of which Susan insisted on paying for and there was a spattering of awkward and broken conversation. John, bolstered by the alcohol seemed very keen to get to know this lady but though she certainly wasn’t pushing him away Susan did seem a little more reticent. Eventually Susan made it known that she was about to leave, John said that he was going to get a taxi home and he would be happy for her to share the cab and drop her. ”“Dean, can’t I go back to my room?” she pleaded.“You know you’re always prancing around here with your ass hanging out.” He let the back of his hand fall and brush across her butt. She tried not to move. He slid around to face her and pulled the elastic of her crop top. He peeked under her top and let the elastic snap back.“Or your tits.”Now she was really scared. No one was on their way over. She couldn’t call anyone. She could smell alcohol, cigarettes, and anger on his breath.He pointed a. ”“Oh,” she replied, “Are you Mr. Whitestone?”“Yup.”“Please,” she said, her entire demeanor changing to something very deferential, “come this way. Mr. Costa is waiting in one of the private suites.”Ken, more than a little surprised, followed her down a short hallway to a rich set wooden doors. When she opened it, Ken saw Costa sitting at a very nice table, one large enough to seat at least ten people, with a pile of paperwork to one side and a laptop in front of him.“Ken,” he said, getting up.